Hello, I'm back, but not for long - it's assignment time, and I have three jobs, and no time. It sucks. But no fear: new max's pain chappie soon. This is from my new 100 prompt challenge, made by my friend quicksilver - if you would like a copy, please PM me.
This one is depressing, but I couldn't help myself.
Enjoy.
Prompt #007:
Heaven
They were trapped.
The others were long gone, and they were the last two standing in this sick and twisted game of cat and mouse.
But the cat was losing, so now the cat was cheating. The cat had GPS trackers, guns… and the cat had Erasers.
Max and Fang were facing eachother in the abandoned warehouse, where water dripped down sooty walls, and every sound echoed back to them.
They were filthy, tired and bloody. But they both knew this was the end of the line. The cat was waiting.
Max's shirt was ripped and so was her backpack, but she knew she didn't need it anymore. She needed none of it.
In a fit of pure rage, she tore off the bag and threw it with all her might. As it flew towards the distant wall, the rip split and hundreds of sheets of paper came tumbling out. All their years of research twisting and sliding through the air.
Max screamed, all her hope finally lost. There were far too many Erasers outside the building, for any chance.
The cat was sick of being evaded and trodden on. The cat was sick of having it's creations shot, employees vanish, and laboratories blown up.
Max still screamed, until she fell forward into Fang, who caught her and held her to him as she sobbed into his chest.
If sadness were a sound it would be this. Not harsh screaming, but a broken, desperate sound which came from the darkest part of her soul – her reason for living almost entirely gone, and all her determination finally smothered.
Fang held her until he had no other choice but to move. If they waited too long, the building would be invaded, and he wanted to end this on his terms. Max would understand. She did not move as his fingers trickled softly under her jacket, pulling it down slowly. His fingers brushed lightly up her ribs, and landed on the silver buckle.
He began to undo it, unstrapping and removing the holsters, knife-holders and empty ammo belts which covered Max. He dropped them to the ground one by one, and they clanged loudly, a sharp sound which cut through the silence like a discarded bell.
When he embraced her again she felt light as the air she soared in.
She had stopped, and now began to remove his weaponry.
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They stood together, facing the rotting doors, and both knew what awaited them on the other side.
"Do you believe in heaven?"
"I have to."
"See you there."
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A final glance, and then they ran full speed towards the doors.